[for Johnny]

[dr_robchase]

Chase was in the clinic, taking a new inventory. Now that Foreman was there and another doctor named Beckett, apparently, it was probably for the best they have an updated count. There was a woman named Claire Fraser that he really should meet, considering so many files had her name on them, but he was in and out.

Currently, he was chewing on the end of a pen, cupboards open and mentally counting how many samples jars were in there along with bandages.

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[dr_robchase]

Chase leaned over, forcibly straightening Johnny's posture, one hand on his back and other on his chest -- hands professional and quick.

"Don't bend over. You'll get cramps."

[sosyermom.livejournal.com]

Johnny eyed him, glanced at his hands and then nodded. "Thanks."

Could they do nothing without flirting? He hated himself sometimes.

"So...those trees over there look good."

[dr_robchase]

Chase let go easily because this time, he really wasn't flirting. People were under that damn misconception that bending over helped, when it really made it worse.

"Yeah," he agreed, sizing them up.

[sosyermom.livejournal.com]

Johnny headed over, still panting, and dumped the clothes onto the sand.

"Not bad for a court, right?" he asked, glancing over at Chase.

[dr_robchase]

Chase didn't know that much about volleyball, just knew that him and his mates enjoyed it while on the beach. "I think anything would do."